LIfe's Little Trials

My poor son tripped and fell.

 He happened to find a piece of aluminum half buried and dirty in the ground while with his dad at Grandpa's. It sliced a wound deep into the meat of his thumb larger than a quarter and smaller than a half dollar. I get his call from my other half while going out on my lunch break. I told him where the nearest Insta-care was, and as I was getting close they told him to go up to Primary Children's Hospital. Boy he lost a lot of blood out of it.
He'll live so far. But boy he didn't take it well when they were stitching it up. As long they weren't touching it, he was a trouper. But the minute they did he could give a screeching banshee a run for it's money. I may be deaf now... :D
  I was telling Ray Ray we'd get him a happy meal when we were all done and on our way out, and the nurse goes "Mom deserves a Big Mac or something after this...." I said "Mom needs something, but she has to get up and go to work in the morning."
I stayed the whole time, didn't get squeamish, didn't cry (god knows I wanted to) , and  held him down explaining that they had to fix.